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Authors: Amber Jaeger

Falling

 

 

 

FALLING

 

 

Book 1 of the Hemlock Bay Series

A Novel

 

 

by Amber Jaeger

 

 

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Copyright 2012 by Amber Jaeger. All rights reserved.

 

First Smashwords Edition: August 2012

 

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DISCLAIMER

The characters and events portrayed in this book are a work of fiction or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

Table of Contents

 

Dedication

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

About the Author

Other Books by Author

Dedication

 

For my husband, family, and friends, your encouragement and support means everything to me.

Chapter 1

 

I WAS ALMOST TO THE front of the school when the door to the counselor’s office swung open and Mrs. Tort stepped out.

“Your English teacher called, said you left class.”

“Hard day,” I muttered, trying to step around her. She stepped faster.

“I told you it would be.”

I gritted my teeth and tried to edge around the other way.

“Care to talk about it?” she asked, pointing towards her office.

“Not really,” I said, finally dodging past her.

“Bixby, you’re going to have to talk about this sooner or later,” she called after me.

The wheezy groan of the double doors was not nearly as satisfying as a good slam would have been.

I cinched my backpack tight and stomped through the crunchy leaves littering the sidewalk. Following the main road led me through downtown and at the end, between the old brick storefronts, I could see Lake Michigan. It was a shining gray mass below the dull gray mass of sky. Considering my options, I reluctantly decided to head home rather than get sandblasted sitting on the beach while a storm came in.

Grandma was still folding the same load of laundry she had been when I left for school hours earlier. The Alzheimer’s had been getting slowly worse for years but in the weeks since Linc had died, her mind had just seemed to crumble.

“I’m home, Grandma,” I said from the doorway.

“How was work, Katherine?” she asking, folding a towel.

“Grandma, I’m Bixby.”

She looked up, her eyes slightly unfocused. “I would have made supper but the stove’s not working.”

“It’s actually lunchtime.”

She didn’t say anything, just unfolded the towel in her hand and rematched the edges to fold it again.

With a sigh, I went into the kitchen to fix something to eat. I had to fish around in the cupboard above the stove for the oven knobs. Grandma had left the burners on too many times and the last time had almost started a fire.

Lunch was depressing, each of us eating in silence. I was regretting making Lincoln’s favorite sandwiches. The food was salty clay in my mouth and Grandma had only taken a few bites. My eyes burned with sadness or sleeplessness, I wasn’t sure which.

At Grandma’s fifth yawn, I asked, “How about a nap?”

“That sounds lovely,” she said with a sigh.

I peeked in on her after clearing the dishes and she was soundly sleeping.

Lying in my own bed, I wondered how long sleep would evade me. I watched the dappled shadows of the autumn leaves slowly fade as the storm rolled in and blocked out the sun.

I woke up in the general store, standing next to the display case. “Wow,” I thought, taking in the familiar surroundings, “I actually fell deep enough asleep to dream.” It had been almost two weeks since that had happened.

It was dark and quiet, the taxidermy animals arranged in groups in the corners and hung from the ceiling by wires. They cast unsettling shadows but the familiar smell of homemade jerky and dust was comforting. The antique wood and glass cases held the same displays they always did.

It was cluttered, dusty, old, and not real. Not for the first time, I wondered if other people had as detailed dreams.

“Bixby!” Abe shouted, coming out from the back. “Where have you been, girl?” He dumped a case of root beer in front of an old fridge and came to hug me.

“Not around here,” I said. “I haven’t been sleeping very well.”

Abe nodded but didn’t ask about my other life, my real life. Nobody here ever did.

I left the general store and turned left past the two ancient gas pumps and ambled down the gravel, tree-lined road to my house. I wondered what would be different. Each time I visited there was something new or changed or remodeled. When I was little I thought the house and town were just an elaborate recurring dream. But each new dream built on the ones previous, showing me more rooms in the house or areas of town. And the idea of it just being a recurring dream didn’t explain how I knew things like where the Christmas decorations were stored. Whose dream self kept track of decorations that had never actually been dreamed about?

My house loomed in between two sand dunes, its stone and cedar exterior warmed by a wraparound porch and second floor patio about the garage. The outside was deceptively small. Over the years I had discovered dozens of rooms and passageways that led to other parts of the town which I had nicknamed Nightmare Town.

I walked up to the house, slipped in the side door and almost fell to my knees.

“Hey, stupid,” Lincoln greeted me, not taking his eyes from the video game he and his Nightmare Town friends were playing.

“Linc?” I breathed.

“Yeah, hang on a sec, let me kill this guy,” he muttered, totally focused on the huge television screen.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “This is a dream, this is a dream,” I reminded myself. My brother and his friends took no notice of me as my face turned red and tears squeezed between my lashes.

“Effin awesome!” Lincoln yelled cryptically at the television. “Save point, in your face!”

I had dreamed of him in Nightmare Town many times before but not since he had died. I hadn’t expected to see him, in real life or otherwise, ever again and the surprise was shooting pains through my chest. Linc finally looked me full on and his smile was brilliant. “What’s up, stupid?”

I whispered his name again. His friends, finally noticing me, gave snotty little grimaces. Not much different than real life.

“You finally up for Zombie Domination Three?” Linc asked.

“Linc, are you ... are you okay?” Without waiting for a response, I threw myself at him, wrapping my arms as far around his muscular shoulders as I could.

“What’s the matter with you?” he asked, hugging me back fiercely. I barely noticed his friends slipping out the door, embarrassed by my emotional outburst. Stepping back, I tried to stop shaking and took my time blowing my nose while thinking how to frame what I wanted to say.

He waited while I gathered my thoughts, only the wrinkle between his eyebrows revealing his curiosity and impatience.

Finally I asked, “You know how when I’m not here, I’m awake in real life?”

“So you say,” he replied, rolling his eyes. He thought I had it backwards.

“Well, the real Linc—”

“I am the real Linc.”

“No,” I whispered. “You’re not. He’s dead.”

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